Chops - Whiplash! lyrics

Chorus (All): (x2) Catchin' Whiplash! Nowadays everybody wanna get cash Whiplash! Tryin' to make a hit smash Whiplash! f**in' wit' the MBs? Think fast, you'll catch a bad case of whiplash [Styles] Yo, let's get right into this Styles on the mic, omnipotent Average rapper's times limited, to rhymes imminent MB's sk**s unfadable, y'all's debatable Y'all get on the mic and little kid's go "can we play that too?" I slide your girl just 'cause you're bothering me While you're bangin' on the door she talking "How 'bout some privacy?" I'm quite humorous, women bag numerous Arrogant rapper with a bad case of hubris Don't lose my gist, vocab illuminous Girl you takin' out while doing it, well, if you insist Relax I'm just mackin' it for practice Yo she playin' hard to get but she ain't that good an actress That's it, y'all can say what you like But the fact MBs whip y'all in shape on the mic That's right Chorus (x2) [Chops] Cats don't want to see no part of Chops I get more trim than barbershops Tag your a** like I was a graf-head Plus I be running through marching lot I'm hard to stop, 'cause while you stir the pot I'm gettin' it on wit' your john in the parking lot Damagin' cones, up on your gramophones Introducin' the ??, servin' heads like Indiana Jones Chops, MBs, we on the rostigory (?), and plus, I bust Get up in that a** like a suppository Superfly like ??, we rappin' for the east detention All up in there, spreading, just like a yeast infection Had it rough, now we in the house and laugh it up I'm like a sumo gettin' the drawers, because I'm fat as f** Tried to get the best of the complex, but it's no contest We comin' off just like a bomblet Why you couldn't stand me? The sh** that I'm creatin' Leave you shakin' like a kid whose family left you with a british nanny Chorus (x2) [Peril-L] Peril-L I'm pleased to meet you tonight MB's the feature inside Release the creature within, proceed to eat you girls In bleachers, sellin' t-shirts, bras, and g-strings Some drawers and keyrings, toss from me to king ]From the lost world, produced, rare flows, born and raised I used to wear clothes that was torn and frayed Let's be warned I'm crazed, with the sword that slays My, blows to the ears, 'cause over the years I've been scorned and praised Hated and loved, now rated above The best, gold-plated glove, caress the mic Great enough to bless, since the erogenous The misogynous, I won't have step on virgin MCs, androgynous They don't have s**, dodge my fist, came to reclaim my properties And put a stop to these, pseudo hip hop monotonies Like living fast, big cash, switches and monopolies I'm giving cats whiplash, like b**hes that's on top of me Chorus (x2) Catchin' Whiplash! Nowadays everybody wanna get cash Tryin' to make a hit smash Uh... yeah